Authors note: So I know this chapter is a little short, but I am trying to update as often as I can rather than saving up and posting big chapters.
CHAPTER TWO.
The kiss was gentle at first, sweet, tender, but as it grew longer, their passion became more intense. Hermione threw her hands up around his neck, pulling him closer, and his hand's circled around her waist, they were holding each other very tightly, but not tightly enough. Draco never wanted to let her go. But then he felt her, pulling away. He loosend his grip around her, he looked into her eyes, and he just knew. They had to be together, they had to. As he looked into her hazel eyes, he whispered to her, she had to know to. Or maybe she already did."Hermione..." WHAM! Malfoy's head snapped round as Hermione lowerd her hand. As he watched her grab her bag and started making her way out of the libary, he felt his cheek growing hotter. She had slapped him hard, he could feel that much. But what he also felt was anger. How could she denie this, he grabbed his stuff and hurried after her. He caught up with her a couple corridoors down, she was walking at the speed of light. He ran up to her and grabbed her shoulder, pushing her up against the wall. Probably a little more roughly than was necisary, but all Draco cared about was that this girl was trying to get away from him.
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Hermione looked at him as she felt him push her against the wall, what is going on she thought. She was so confused, so angry, but not regretfull, and that made her even more angry. "Granger, what the fuck was that for?" Malfoy said, his voice shaking from anger. Hermione looked around, they were a little way from the enterance hall and soon enough people would start coming back from dinner. Hermione didn't say anything but gestured to Malfoy for him to follow her into a near by broom cupboard. There she locked the door and did Muffliarto. "What do you think it was for?" She yelled at him. He just glared. "I have a boyfriend, Malfoy! And you know that perfectly well. What did you think you were doing, you self absorbed bastard?" She looked at him, furious. "What do you mean? You liked it! It's not as if you were putting up a protest!" Malfoy yelled just as angry. Hermione coverd her face in her hands. "Malfoy, I am a MUDBLOOD. I have a you HATE me." She said trying to calm herself. "Well, number one for you I am going to look past that. Number two, that's never stopped me. And number three, I used to, know you just annoy me, but that dosen't mean I would mind shagging you." He said, almost calm now. Hermione glared. "As if Malfoy, I am not going to say this again, I. HAVE. A BOYFRIEND." She said the last part very slowly to make quite sure he heard her. He frowned, looking down at her and as she unlocked the door he spoke in avery low husky voice that sent chills up her spine. "I know that you felt it too, when we kissed." She turned, "Yes I did." And she was gone. Hermione stopped a couple corridoors down, breathing hard, tears stinging her eyes, and before she knew it she was quietly sobbing.
Draco stood still for a moment, thinking. But then he realised, he had to fight for her, to make her know that she was not to be just one of many, she was to be his. He walked quickly taking long steps and turnig a corner he froze. Was that her he coud hear? But it was, he peered around the corner and saw her leaning her back aginst the wall, her face in her hands her shoulders shaking. As the thought came to Draco that he should probably go comfort her she straigtend up. She wiped her eyes, and shook out her hair, after about 10 seconds she shook her head and headed of towards the entrece hall. Draco did to but walking quickly and taking a few hidden passages, so that he could be there first.
Druing the next few days thing's were rather quiet, Hermione and Draco did their presentation together, but no convercasion was exchanged between the two of them. Hermione Often caught him looking at her, and when she did he didn't look away. Instead he raised his eyebrows as if saying,"Hvae you changed your mind yet?" then Hermione would snap her neck round, angry. What made her even more angry was Ron. He was trying to be as good as he could to her, holding her hand, kissing her cheek before clas, at breakfast, and e.t.c. But when it came down to it Hermione just found it annoying, she found that Ron's caresses and kisses weren't out of affection. It felt more like he was trying to show people that they were together. It seemed possesive to Hermione. He had even gotten into the habit of constatly asking her "what did he want?" or "what did he say?" every time a boy spoke to Hermione. It drove her crazy. Especially when Ron asked her weather they could make Saturday night, which was the night of the ball "their night". Hermione said no, and Ron made no effort to try and hide his disappointment. The truth however was that Hermione was ready to lose her virginity, but she just wasn't sure she wanted Ron to be the one. Malfoy was starting to occupy alot more of her thoughts than she really cared for though, and half the times she couldn't control it. He was in her dreams, but he never said anything, or did anything. He just stood there, looking her up and down, smirking.
It was Friday night and tomorrow was the ball, Draco really wasn't in the mood for any ball, but he had to see her. He wanted her, more than he had ever wanted any girl. Hell he never really wanted any girl, they just came to him. He had never had to chase someone like this before, he liked it. There were a few things however that he didn't like, the weasle for instance. Always touching her kissing her when it was so apparent that she was uncomfortable with it. Another problem were Blaise and Goyale, Draco didn't like the thought of everyone finding out what had happend, because madame pumfrey was still under the impression that he couldn't remeber. So she offerd to give him a memory draft. Draco had been putting it off for a while and McGonngal was getting more and more frustrated. The third and biggest problem was Pansy. The girl just wouldn't give up, she kept sneaking up on him in the common room, whispering things in his ear and stroking him, in very delicate places. He knew what she wanted, but he wasn't intrested.
Saturday passed increasingly slowly, Draco slept in, got some work finished, and wrote a letter to his mother. Although he still hadn't forgiven his father he and his mother were slowly regainig their relationship. At five o'clock Draco went to shower, he then shaved, dressed, and added his cologne. He quickly ducked back to the dormitory to replace his toliterys. There he ran into Nott and the two of them decided to go together down to the entrencehall. At first conversation was a little forced but soon they were back to their old ways, making crude jokes and laughing together. Draoco felt relief, finally some human contact. Although he hadn't realised it he had been growing increasingly lonely. As he walked into the entrence hall he noticed that instead of house tables there were many round tables each seating about 10 people. He followed Nott to a near by table of Slytherins. He saw Pansy standing by and thought she looked very out of place. What she was wearing was a lot more fitting for a night club. Her dress was a halter and skin tight, it seemed to be made of snake skin, and came down to mid thigh, then with that she was wearing plain balck pumps, but they were sky high. Draco took her in with one look and rolled his eyes, she was wearing a lot of make up and her hair was pin straight, it was very obvious she had spent all day getting ready.
He turned looking around, then he noticed that the tables were all placed around what seemed to be a dance floor. At the front was a stage, although there was no one occupying it. Dracos eyes skimmed the crowd until they met another pairs. She was standing only two tables away and Draco didn't understand how he could have missed her. She was wearing a floor length of dark blue gown, it was fitted around her torso, strapless showing a little more clevage than she seemed comfortable with it was made out of a very thin very delicate chiffon and looked as it had been effortlessly wrapped around her. Her hair was up in a twist with a few curls coming down here and there and her make up was barely there, her cheeks were a little pink as she kept looking at him. He stared her down too, then Weasley unaware of the situation ducked his head infront of Hermione. Obviously plannig to kiss her. It pleased Draco imeansley when he saw her turn her head so Weasley caught her cheek instead of lips.
The night went by in a rather dull manor for Draco, he ate with the other slytherins, all exept Goyale and Zabini who seemed not to have turned up. McGonngal welcomed them all back and spoek about the events of last year and how sorry she was. Then the dancing had begun. Draco had stayed sitting, watching the others, especially Hermione. He was so angry, so jelouse that after one song it was all he could do to remain seated and not go punch Weasley. Then Pansy idled over, not saying anything she just took his hand and lead him over too the dance floor, and he let her. After a few songs though Draco grew tierd of the charade, he kew the longer he kept dancing with Pansy the more she would expect from him. He sat down again and started talking to Nott, all the while keeping a close eye on Hermione.
Hermione was furious. Ron was being a right git. First off he had told her that he didn't appreciate her wearing such a low cut dress as it would give other boys ideas. He hadn't mentioned anything more about it, not even told her she looked nice. Then as to prove his point he would constantly touch her, pet her, kiss her, and when Nevil asked if Hermione would like to dance Ron told him no flatly for her. She was fuming by now. She gestured for him to follow her.